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I spent all evening riding buses yesterday. And it paid off.
On my fourth ride, I was able to rest my fingers on a delicious middle-aged mound. She was wearing a long skirt and had a nice big leather bag on her lap. Within no time, I was feeling her pubic hair through the cloth. It lasted at least for 10 minutes -- she was busy reading all along, although I could see she was kind of stuck on the same page for a long time! Finally, when I tried sliding my fingers downward to feel her slit, she looked down and gave me a dirty look. So I took my hands off.
And then, on the next ride, I had an even bigger success. I was looking around for a target when I saw a woman whom I had rubbed gently two weeks ago. She's African American and as I found out later in her early 40s, although I swear she barely looks 33.
Anyway, on our last encounter, I had rubbed her groin while chatting her up. There was no hostility, even when she had glanced downward at my probing fingers. At her stop, she got off with a big smile saying she would run into me again.
So yesterday, I jumped with joy when I saw her again. I walked over, and we sat down next to each other. Right away, I crossed my arms over my lap, and put those fingers to work. All smiles, no nervousness. This was great.
We talked about work, about movies. She had a folder on her lap, which wasn't sufficient cover for non-subtle action. But I was encouraged by her smiling face and confident manner. She would look down once in a while to examine my hand and then look up to continue the conversation as before.
I had the tip of my fingers pressing the edge of her mound. She's not fat, so there's no belly flap to deal with. I knew I was real close to her clit too -- because her legs were kind of extended forward, which made the upper part of her pussy very accessible.
At one point, I dug in too far and my fingers were about to disappear into the crotch. That was too much and she got uncomfortable -- I think she felt shy, a little horrified and afraid that my move might become obvious to a fellow passenger. She sat up to disturb our nice arrangement, and I reluctanctly withdrew. But we kept up the conversation.
I asked her how old she was and was truly amazed when she said early 40s. I said she looked very young. Then she winked at me and said she was young inside!
So I wasted no time in taking my fingers back to where they belonged. The back of the bus had emptied and she seemed more comfortable with letting my fingers prod her mound. Every few minutes, she would gaze downward to look at my hand, then look up and keep talking. I didn't so much as flinch although I didn't try my luck any further -- if this wasn't a come-on sign, or at least a sign of passive enjoyment, I don't know what is.
She winked a couple more times while speaking, i don't remember the context. But now we were openly flirting. Then she was about to get off, I gave her a little rub on her back, she smiled as she got up, and I gave her a sideways hug. Then I gently palmed her bottom as she was leaving. When she got to the door, I said I'd see her again soon. She smiled and left.
I'll try and see her again this evening. But it's hard to get the bus timing right, so I don't know if I'll run into her. Of course, her reaction might change in the future, and she might stop being so friendly. But I feel real certain that she's a player and is enjoying the game so far.

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